Childhood itself is scarcely more lovely than a cheerful, kindly, sunshiny old age.

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.

As in this body, there are for the embodied one childhood, youth, old age, even so is there the taking on of another body.

Her father protects ,her in childhood, her husband protects ,her in youth, and her sons protect ,her in old age, a woman is never fit for independence.

What makes old age so sad is not that our joys but our hopes cease.

No sociologist should think himself too good, even in his old age, to make tens of thousands of quite trivial computations in his head and perhaps for months at a time.